My mom is awesome. Growing up she was always encouraging me to let Jesus work through me to change the world. I felt the call to missions at a conference a few years ago. Since then a constant tug has been in my heart toward the nations. Time and time again the Lord has placed in front of me opportunities to step forward and GO. Out of fear I would make up excuses to stay. Abba is cool and he didn't give up on me.
This past summer I randomly reconnected with my best friend from age 6. We went to a BBQ and I met a guy. If you know me at all you know I have an obsession with meeting new people and finding out everything I can about them. We play the questions game. Not to brag but I rock at that game. Through this I heard his testimony. He was at a concert, took shrooms, heard from the Lord, went online, came across the world race, applied, was accepted, turned his life over to Jesus.
SO…. here I am. I was so moved by his story that I went home, couldn't stop thinking about the World Race, prayed about it for a few weeks, applied, prayed some more, was constantly affirmed by people around me, was accepted, emotional freak out to Jesus, peace from Jesus, paid my deposit, started my blog. BAM. Here we go. The beginning of the coolest trip ever.
